Lord in Barren Lands
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What comfort shall we seek,
What exile must we trod,
Till toil exhaust and bind
In these now barren lands.
“I speak of heaven
Amid the desert sands,
I fast with you, and for you pray;
I AM
The Truth, The Life,
Your Way.”
Sound forth the song of hope again
A lamentation sound,
A hallowed echo
Weep
From depths,
Cry to heavenlands.
“A temple I will make of you
My dwelling will be in you,
Lavish sacrifice bring here to me—
Anointed are your hands.”
This holocaust,
This consecration of each breath
Like incense
Shall arise.
Fragrance
From carnal fonts now poured,
Flows, sanctified—
Flesh
Once fallen,
Now lives, redeemed—
Divinized.
Give life—give breath,
Give word
O Word Made Flesh,
Give fallen flesh
Again
The strength to rise.
“Me in you,
You in me;
As You and I are One
May they be
One ”
A spousal oneness made,
Of two, one flesh,
One Love, in Three.
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Our sacrifice of praise
On Eden’s threshold pleads—
Give life to hearts that long for Thee
To us, yet blind,
Sight to see—
Our bleeding selves now heal.
Lazarus, in us
Call forth anew.
That nard,
That wasted nard that flowed
as Blood then would—
That holy waste
Upon our flesh now pour.
Oblation offered once to you
Make new and fragrant font
O Lord,
In barren lands.
Now multiply that grace
That love
Which flowed from You
To You—
Break in us another alabaster vase;
From stone,
Cold, barren, stone
The heart of flesh create.
Savior, anoint these feet
Again, again,
Wash clean this soul.
“What I have done
Now you must do”
“And now this water
Once turned wine
I make My Blood for you”
Sate thirst that Cana waters quenched
That in the barren lands
We may delight in
Wine made new
Beneath from font of Broken Flesh
Glorified
Above the desert sand.
And when this desolation ends,
When crimson seas part way,
When temple veils shred, and rend,
Show us the glory of the barren land
Made Promised
Once again.
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O Holy Flesh
Take flesh again in me,
Another Incarnation make of me.
The altars of this soul
Awaiting sacrifice
Consecrate and purify.
O Crucified
Now plead for me
Hide not Thy face
From me
Rise once again
My Christ—
Enfleshed in me.
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Maria Grizzetti lives New York, and is a member of the Lay Fraternities of the Dominican Order. You may reach her at: incarnationandmodernity@gmail.com